Too Old For the City

Winter in that city ripped the warmth from my soul. All those faceless people with frozen hearts and minds, Alive but not living, pushing… rushing…struggling Like rats scuttling in and out of nameless places Life there was for dreamers and only the young have Any dreams left to give. There’s no inspiration There for a man too old for imagination. Not there among all those hurried, screaming masses created 1/1/2012